As far as the writing goes at first it seemed to be a little ramble-y but after the first few chapters It became more fluid and precise. Your future passes by, when your life's lost in the past, while looking for the answers to the questions that you ask. Sometimes it’s confusing- if you were the one who didn’t deserve me or if I was just an idiot who couldn’t see the signs.

Wishcraft by Barbara Sher and Annie Gottlieb because I'm 40 and still haven't decided what I want to be when I grow up and because judygreeneyes is an awesome person and it was on my wishlist when I posted to her birthday thread in the RABCK forum.

When a freak accident saw his father burn to death in front of him, Joe was left at the mercy of his mother. Our intrepid Brit book reviewer has been busy, sending me a couple of book reviews for the site this week. Just keep in mind that in the present, I wrote them to be close companions (not Patroclus-Achilles kind of close) and friends but if you want to see them as romantic, go ahead!

The blurb on the back cover states: “It’s difficult to love a woman whose vagina is a gateway to the world of the dead. Otwiera oczy na to jaka krzywda może się dziać ich dzieciom A nikt spoza rodziny nie zwróci uwagi, bo rodzice potrafią przekonać że to wina dzieci i nic nie robią im i to oni są nienormalni, agresywni i chorzy, aż same dzieci zaczynają w to wierzyć. We currently just try and focus on the things we know make him really happy and give small highlights / treats as we go along to give him things to focus on. I felt like a failure, I felt all alone and all I wanted at that moment was to lay in my bed, hold my belly, and cry. The violence and sexual abuse grew in severity as more people, including his stepfather, were invited to use him in any way they chose.Na mňa kniha bola veľmi smutná už len preto lebo je podľa skutočnej udalosti a napísal to sam autor ktorý to prežil. He reads really well - we have tried writing things down, social stories, deep pressure but no progress so far. I would cry for hours in my room, in the bathroom, in the shower, and wherever else no one would see me or hear me. I don’t cry in front of people but when I am sad I have this amazing ability to cry without making any noise. He didn't speak for four and a half years, which meant he was unable to ask anyone for help as his life turned into a living hell.